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letra de back that shit up - dj quik

[verse 1: dj quik]
ace of spades, yeah, that’s my taste
it costs four bones when you buy it at the place
it’s 1700 in the v.i.p
and three bad b-tches wanna drink it with me
now we just tryna kick it ’til they kickin us out
then i’ma show lil’ mamas what this d-ck is about
’cause it’s a d-mn movie in the back of my limo
they didn’t want it all the way so they just gave me a demo
rubbin feels good when you’re drunk and you’re buzzin
forgot who you was and tried to smash your cousin (i’m sorry!)
so shake that -ss like a tree in the wind
then she gon’ migrate with me and two of her friends
they let all four of us in, the after hours is poppin
we buzzin like bees but it ain’t no pollen
these n-ggas want my number but it ain’t no holl’n (no)
and hookers get kicked out if it ain’t no swall’n
so wiiiiild!

[chorus: dj quik] (tay f 3rd)
hold it, fold it, show it, blow it
hoes, throw it, status, quo it
i ain’t, focused, been drinkin’, been smokin’
(look – so i won’t think twice if you ever start provokin’)
back that sh-t up, back that sh-t up
back that sh-t up – (said don’t get me started)
back that sh-t up, back that sh-t up
(i swear to god, bruh, i will get this sh-t r-t-rded)

[verse 2: tay f 3rd]
look – see i was just a young n-gga, in this b-tch thuggin
long hair, skinny n-gga, b-tches used to love me
pants saggin in the city where they known to keep a ratchet
momma told me tuck my chain, a n-gga might sn-tch it
i was never affiliated, was in it for the thrill
an amigo ever spot it, we stomp and pop a pill
and i, guess that explain why these n-ggas real
mouths closed, pistols tucked, everybody know the drill
doves cry when thugs die, but dude, we kept it real
did the time, pump the steel, read a book, gainin’ sk!lls
learn you can live by the gun but die by it
but the worst thing your best friend behind the trigger tryna pull it
i went through it all, been there and done it
on the front ave., see me lil’ n-gga you can run it
since, i was a youngin, my momma, she told me f-ck ’em
have respect and have tolerance, but never let ’em run you
we wiiiiild!

[verse 3: david blake ii]
look, now i’m just a young n-gga
in the code, when i couldn’t tell you how i did ’em
louis around my waist and i ain’t even got a job
i’m dunkin’ on these n-ggas, i ain’t even catch a lob
b-tches on my left, and money on my right
money all in front of me and money on my mind
see, i’m just tryna live, i k!ll ’em, that’s in mic
see i’m about to gas, you can catch me on my bike
yeah i’m chillin’, brah, i don’t even know i’m gettin off
and all these n-ggas bore me, so now i’m goin soft
i ain’t askin no questions, i do it like a don
i’m standin on the top, 49th at the palms
got ’em lookin at my wrist, rollie-ollie what’s the time?
then toss it to my n-ggas, you know i throw them dimes
lookin for a turn-up, and then they found me
4 in the morning, we ain’t even sound asleep, you see?

- dj quik

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